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maderrNick is such the angsty bunny bitch of the show. I want to pet him and hook him up with Warrick because the whole marriage thing is REALLY FUCKING LAME. Poor Kat, those two always did have pretty tension (<--pretend that makes sense).
Work has gone to shit.
Let me break this down. My site is a growing one - rapidly growing. Like O_o We Be Fucked growing. I was brought in to basically take over and eventually Control the firm records. And I do mean Control, that cap isn't accidental. Our contract is up for renewal and it's not getting renewed - it's getting scrapped and started over because that much is changing.
Enter the Sparkly. A nice piece of softward that will make my life verra verra easy. Once it's installed. There's just one catch. The customer will only buy it if we get the files scanned yesterday. The Asshats in charge of negotations declared we could do it in ninety days.
Here's where it gets fun for me. At a guess? I threw out 5,000 files. It's hard to gauge with the way they float around the various employees and my three filerooms. The actual number?
Just shy of 12,000. Each of these files range in size from about 20 pieces of paper to 500 (or even more). Do the math.
Now you'll see why I basically had a meltdown. I'm going to be given "help" but as any onsite sucker in this city will tell you - our "help" is worthless. So over the next three (possibly four) months I will be expected to oversee this project, do most of the work involved and make full use of the fact that the customer has signed off on whatever overtime is necessary.
Which means I'll be lucky to have time for nano, I probably can't go to the convention Maile invited me to *cries* and they're going to piss and moan when I go on vacation in October (hopefully; gomes get the fuck back to me so I know what I'm doing). Just to get the ball rolling I'll probably have to waste this weekend's writing time in the office scanning shit.
It sucks. More than I can say. I feel like I'm whining, but I despise having to put my writing on hold for a job I hate. But I can't afford to find another job - that'd be almost as hard as just sticking with this. Because in four months I'll be sitting very pretty indeed.
Sammie told me I shouldn't, and I think I made her mad when I disagreed - but I still want to try Nano. I have fun with it. I like deadlines and all, they get me moving. And I'm dying to write Prisoner. If I can make it half as good on paper as it is in my head, it'll be a story worth reading.
But yeah. If you hear a scream of rage and pain from the general vicinity of Cincinnati, that'll be kicking my fucking IAM in his goddamned little nutsack for foisting a near-impossible job on me just so he can look good and get his mother fucking commission. *seethes* And I had better get a raise or a bonus or something out of this. Because I'm going to do it, and I'll do it well, and I'll fucking write my novel too and then all these bitches can fucking kiss my ass and tell me just how 1337 I am.
Hmm...time to go to bed.
In other news, am rereading The Blue Sword. I don't even remember anymore which of the two is my fav. It's so rare to find books where the chicks are so fracking cool and the romance is cool without turning her into some simpering little homemaker puddle. I'm all about the tough chicks (gee, who would have guessed?). Nausicaa, Harry and Aerin are so entirely my girl crushes.
Christ, go to bed Megan.
Work has gone to shit.
Let me break this down. My site is a growing one - rapidly growing. Like O_o We Be Fucked growing. I was brought in to basically take over and eventually Control the firm records. And I do mean Control, that cap isn't accidental. Our contract is up for renewal and it's not getting renewed - it's getting scrapped and started over because that much is changing.
Enter the Sparkly. A nice piece of softward that will make my life verra verra easy. Once it's installed. There's just one catch. The customer will only buy it if we get the files scanned yesterday. The Asshats in charge of negotations declared we could do it in ninety days.
Here's where it gets fun for me. At a guess? I threw out 5,000 files. It's hard to gauge with the way they float around the various employees and my three filerooms. The actual number?
Just shy of 12,000. Each of these files range in size from about 20 pieces of paper to 500 (or even more). Do the math.
Now you'll see why I basically had a meltdown. I'm going to be given "help" but as any onsite sucker in this city will tell you - our "help" is worthless. So over the next three (possibly four) months I will be expected to oversee this project, do most of the work involved and make full use of the fact that the customer has signed off on whatever overtime is necessary.
Which means I'll be lucky to have time for nano, I probably can't go to the convention Maile invited me to *cries* and they're going to piss and moan when I go on vacation in October (hopefully; gomes get the fuck back to me so I know what I'm doing). Just to get the ball rolling I'll probably have to waste this weekend's writing time in the office scanning shit.
It sucks. More than I can say. I feel like I'm whining, but I despise having to put my writing on hold for a job I hate. But I can't afford to find another job - that'd be almost as hard as just sticking with this. Because in four months I'll be sitting very pretty indeed.
Sammie told me I shouldn't, and I think I made her mad when I disagreed - but I still want to try Nano. I have fun with it. I like deadlines and all, they get me moving. And I'm dying to write Prisoner. If I can make it half as good on paper as it is in my head, it'll be a story worth reading.
But yeah. If you hear a scream of rage and pain from the general vicinity of Cincinnati, that'll be kicking my fucking IAM in his goddamned little nutsack for foisting a near-impossible job on me just so he can look good and get his mother fucking commission. *seethes* And I had better get a raise or a bonus or something out of this. Because I'm going to do it, and I'll do it well, and I'll fucking write my novel too and then all these bitches can fucking kiss my ass and tell me just how 1337 I am.
Hmm...time to go to bed.
In other news, am rereading The Blue Sword. I don't even remember anymore which of the two is my fav. It's so rare to find books where the chicks are so fracking cool and the romance is cool without turning her into some simpering little homemaker puddle. I'm all about the tough chicks (gee, who would have guessed?). Nausicaa, Harry and Aerin are so entirely my girl crushes.
Christ, go to bed Megan.
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Date: 2005-09-23 02:33 am (UTC)Also it sucks that they're doing that to you x.x I know what's like having to put what you really want to do on hold for a job you hate. I think you can do it, though, and as long as you don't let it stress you out I think you should do NaNo. It might be a needed distraction.
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Date: 2005-09-23 03:24 am (UTC)You know, if you don't think you'll be able to swing Nano in one month, you could always just start it in October and give yourself two months. It's the deadline part that seems important in the whole getting it done thing, not necessarily the do-it-in-a-month thing, you know?
I hate it when people pull shit like that in a work place. I mean, drive the will to work hard right out of you why don't they? You get so overwhelmed by it all that it's hard to want to do a good job because just doing the job seems incredible. *huggles*
I don't know about you guys, but stress sometimes is the world's greatest motivator for writing.
God knows I retreat into it when I'm having a hard time dealing with real world situations...And it'll be a way to let off some steam when work gets to be too much. (Plus, Prisoner? It seems to me that you'll have no shortage of characters to beat up on in your frustrations...^_^;; *hearts*)no subject
Date: 2005-09-23 10:24 am (UTC)I was actually thinking of spanning it over two months ^_^ So if you suggest it, it must be done!
Yeah, Prisoner has no lack of characters who are going to get abused >_>
It seriously is nuts what they expect. I was tired last night and didn't put in all the numbers. It is going to suck. But I guess that's why I'm getting paid.
*loves*
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Date: 2005-09-23 03:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-23 10:24 am (UTC)No, because there is a manager. She's in charge of everything...I'm only in charge of the fileroom. If I don't get promoted to Senior 0S3 after this, hell with hath no fury...
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Date: 2005-09-23 06:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-23 10:25 am (UTC)*salutes*
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Date: 2005-09-23 06:31 am (UTC)[this is me trying to set happy scenes...]
"What do you think Shuang-er is thinking about?" Ling whispered the question in Xue's ear, making him shiver involuntarily before he flicked a quick glance up at Shuang, who was staring into space.
"I have no idea, but it looks like something serious." Xue turned his head slightly toward Ling, knowing one side of his mouth was tilting up in a slight, mischievous smile. "Should we distract him?"
"That was exactly what I was thinking." Both of them were keeping their voices down, because they knew if Shuang had heard them, he'd be able to tell that they were plotting something, even if he didn't know what exactly, and would be on his guard. Ling murmured a short instruction, waited for Xue's nod of approval, then dropped a quick kiss on the sensitive skin behind Xue's ear before slinking off to put their plan into action with a smirk on his face. (Xue was sure Ling had noticed the involuntary hitch in his breathing at the touch, the rascal.)
Xue got to his feet, silent, as he could be when he wanted to, a slight smile pulling on his lips. His brother thought too much.
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Shuang frowned slightly; would it have been better to force Xue to take the antidote for the ice-poison? At the moment his brother's body was frail and very delicately balanced. If pushed just the slightest way in either direction, Xue would have to suffer high fevers, at the very least, as a consequence.
But would Xue have forgiven him if he'd forced the issue? He couldn't help a wry smile at the thought.
He came back to the present with that smile still on his face... And had surprise wipe it clean off his face as he was tackled from two directions and found himself being very thoroughly kissed.
Mm, tasted like Ling.
Their lips had barely parted when his mouth was claimed again, by another familiar mouth. Oh, most definitely Xue this time. Not only did they taste different, they kissed differently. Xue's kisses were almost always soft, sweet, much too easy to drown in, while Ling's kisses tended to involve lots of play, in whatever form he felt like at the moment. Easy to get lost in, either way; the only difference was how.
"Hello darlings," Shuang said softly when he could speak (semi-coherently) again, smiling when Xue slid down his back to settle behind him, plastered up against his back with Xue's chin resting on his shoulder, and Ling settled against his front, both sets of arms wrapped around him and each other.
A small, contented sound was Xue's reply, and Ling tilted his head up enough to drop a gentle kiss on his throat before going back to cuddling.
"Don't think so much. What's done is done," Ling said, calm and reasonable as ever. "We're here now, and there is no need to think about the past at the moment, is there?"
Shuang gave a small sigh and wrapped his arms around Ling, holding him close. He dropped a little kiss on Ling's brow and twined the fingers of one hand with Xue's.
"No, I suppose not."
[and they spent the rest of the evening/night looking at stars. =D;; Now I hope I haven't overshot character limit...]
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Date: 2005-09-23 10:26 am (UTC)LOVE YOU. You have no idea. They're so pretty and you're writing them for me.
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Date: 2005-09-23 03:37 pm (UTC)*cuddles*
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Date: 2005-09-23 08:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-23 10:27 am (UTC)^_^
The b00z is definitely coming out tonight. I've been dying to do fire/ice shots since we got the stuff for it. There will be no sobriety for Megan.
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Date: 2005-09-23 10:28 am (UTC)Here... I'll post you a chapter of Alpha :-) Just to make you feel better!
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Date: 2005-09-23 11:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-23 01:25 pm (UTC)But what happens when you aren't able to make those deadlines or do any writing for it all. Remember last night? You just wanted to write, but you were too tired, and you were upset just about that? That being without the benefit of deadlines and whatever else.
So sure, it's fun and you enjoy it. Until you're too tired to be able to or to want to. Then you'll be upset because work is again killing into your time. Which will only make you more upset, which will make you resent going to work even more.
You can't do fucking everything. And you really can't do it all at fucking once.
I'm sorry you don't like what I have to say. I'm sorry my answers aren't the ones you're fucking looking for. I'm only trying to put shit in perspective.
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Date: 2005-09-23 01:37 pm (UTC)Dude, you're not upsetting me by stating your mind. It's why I always turn to you. You're probably right, I know you are. Hence my disappointment. But I'm not mad at you, I'm sorry I gave that impression. I really just felt bad that I'd made you mad.
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Date: 2005-09-23 01:45 pm (UTC)You say you always turn to me, and that I'm probably right, but then in the same fucking breath you decide that's not really the problem and you want to do it anyway.
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Date: 2005-09-23 02:02 pm (UTC)I'm not disregarding what you say. I did't realize I did it all the time, usually i'm trying not to. It's always in the back of my mind. I listened to you last night (for what it's worth).
I'm just trying to do my job and not give nano up completely. If I have to, I will. And it looks like I indeed probably will. Best I can do is work on it as I'm able. Mostly I just want not to have to give up writing entirely, which was my greatest fear. But as per usual I just wig out early and calm down later. If you really think it's best, then out nano goes. It's that simple.
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Date: 2005-09-23 02:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-23 02:25 pm (UTC)OH FRACK I FORGOT SMP
Hmm...mayhap the doctor speaks good sense XD XD XD
I know you're not saying give it up (wow, I suck at this comm thing) - I meant that was *my* fear. I felt like giving up nano was giving up writing. I felt like I was wussing out. But I'm not, I know this - if only b/c you keep smacking me ^_~
As to work, it looks like my hell won't start 'til Nov (of course) so I at least have Oct to contribute lots of time without killing myself. Then in Nov I'll chill a bit while I get work up and running.
And I'd better stop LJing or I'm going to get busted. So Lata'
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Date: 2005-09-23 03:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-24 04:03 am (UTC)